[miburoni. ]

𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈  [ miburoni. ]

              his thoughts plumped with a sweeter melancholy. those familiar whisky halos that twinkled from isami’s eyes reminded toshizō of simpler, better days. those days where they were youthful, hopeful. before the light in their lives, the life from the eyes stolen away without them even knowing it. toshizō remembers how he could not do anything for isami in the end. how he could not save him, break him from the prison and be made a scapegoat for all the anger, all the blind rage that ate away at sensibilities. he remembers how blind he was, to fixated in making a great daimyō out of isami.

we were supposed to be happy together,  words so vividly clear,  you, me, souji, shinpachi … everyone. but then it was just him. alone. an agent of his own destiny.  the pain, the hurt, the grief melted into a tepid ire coated by a gentleness and madness that could not exist without each other. the rising sun became the moon at dawn and that moon had to extinguish the afternoon sun. 

“  i thought this was a dream.   ”   throat husky, croon withered from endless hours of howling commands, bellowing his war cries in battle,   “  i did not expect you like this. i was prepared to never see you again.   ”    the innocent of wishes ought to stay in the most sacred of dreams; he did not want this dream to end, did not want to isami go. no more, not ever again. he did not want to build another grave. 

toshizō almost forgets to pay attention, eyes drawing to isami’s hand touching the back of his neck. where the blade fell and severed his head from body. toshizō’s smile waned gingerly, motioning to close the distance between them. the raven-haired man’s head tilts, angling to better look at his friend, to make a connection like they always head. to feel what he felt with intuition.   “  … carrying the shinsengumi is something i wanted to do willingly.  ”  almost a whisper.

he cants his head elsewhere, to nowhere.  “  it’s something that i knew, felt and understood i had to do.   ”   their era no longer had a need for samurai;  that much is true. that much he truly knew and he understood well. dr. matsumoto taught them himself —- for japan’s prosperity, for japan’s survival in an ever changing world, they needed to adopt the west’s ways. and so they did with the artillery and fire arms. toshizō worked closely with french advisors as well, donning their clothes and removing the blue haori from his back. an acceptance. 

but if there is anything he could not accept it was the end of their dream. his dream.  “  i said to myself i would not look you in the eyes in the afterlife were i to let the shinsengumi end.  ”  carmine hues reconnected those hazel eyes of isami’s. closer he was, there was an eerie glint of something more. a change in his friend, maybe more,  “  and i will keep to this oath. forever.  ”  true immortality, and nothing would stop him. not even souji, not even isami. this was his sincerity.

@moeyoken​

          ❝As was I,❞ Isami says, the confession coming harsh and soft, all the same. After all, it was and is the end of a time that he no longer feels the sense of going back. Or rather, did not want to go back. He’s foolish, thinking about then, a time that he wonders if he would change anything to change the outcome. No, he’s been down this path before; he cannot change what’s been done and he cannot undo the hardship he’s created. He cannot ever undo the hurt and the burden he’s given his brother, his best friend, the ache that comes knowing he’s done this to Toshi is almost suffocating.

          Isami remains as is, only moving ever so slightly to be close enough as how they would normally if they were to sit together on a tatami mat. Which, in this place, seems to have already manifested itself some semblance of what might’ve been their headquarters. But it’s a generic room with an ordinary piece of floral decor in the corner and screen doors encircling them. Simple, just like how they once were, but it gives him a piece of mind that this place isn’t all... empty. For a place called the Throne of Heroes, Isami wonders exactly when he’d be summoned.

          If ever.

          So even when Toshi tries to get a better look at him, Isami is only making one of those tired, but weary smiles. Burdened and stuck together in some semblance of a prison of his own mind, Isami is, in some right of his own, lost.

          The whisper that comes is enough for Isami to wonder once more, what has he done to deserve this, and why is it that he has burdened his brother with this. Choked words die in his throat, wanting to tell him that it’s quite alright for him to stop since he is no longer a part of it and that the Shinsengumi has long since died. That time has past and that he’s sorry, so incredibly sorry, that he placed that weight on him. So many words to say, but no right way to say it, and somehow, Isami, again and again, wants to tell him it’s okay to stop—

          And yet, he’s thanked him for carrying on the Shinsengumi name. What kind of man is he? Isami realizes that he’s still a coward.

          ❝I see,❞ he says after a moment, slowly nodding. Had to do, hm? Somehow, it fits him. Seemingly always annoyed as he appeared to be, Isami knew that Toshi is an amazing and kind man. Dedicated to a fault and perhaps, loyalty, too. He’s only heard the things of what’s happened and what’s become of the Shinsengumi from the scant words he’s managed to pick up over the years. It’s not much, scraps, if he’s honest, but this is the first time he’s someone familiar. And it’s going to probably be how he finds out what is the state of the world and what has happened.

          Isami lifts his gaze to Toshizō as he speaks, their eyes connecting as he tells him of his vow of meeting in the afterlife. Somehow, something about that makes him consider how asinine and foolish his thoughts might’ve been. The resolute glint in his eyes is enough for Isami to realize that this is who he is now, devoted and firm in his belief for the Shinsengumi. Ah, he supposes it’s not just his fault that he’s become this way, is it? At any point in time, he could’ve very well left and chose another path.

          ❝—You were always so serious,❞ Isami says after another moment longer, his voice with a slight wobble at the end, overwhelmed with emotion. He makes a weak smile, his head a conflicted mess of emotions that weigh heavy on his heart. Guilt with admiration make for a messy amalgamation of feelings and thoughts, so Isami decides that if he can gather the courage, mayhaps he can tell Toshi his thoughts; his regrets, his sadness.

          Truly, a coward.

          It takes him a moment more before he continues, smiling with a sense of weariness that comes as one who’s been with their thoughts for too long, met with so many others before him since his time in the Throne of Heroes. ❝Yes,❞ Isami says, his voice thick and heavy, ❝if that is your wish, and what you want, Toshi, I will not stop you.❞ He doesn’t think he has the right anymore... or rather, did he ever have that right? Isami is sorry that such an honorable man like Toshi is friends... brothers, with someone like him.

ENGLISH TRANSLATION.

Undo the most mysterious wait of mine The stars are falling, wind is blowing Finally, once again you are in the embrace of my arms Our two hearts tremble Believe in my unwavering sincerity A thousand years of wait, you have my promise No matter how much winter has passed I will never let you go Now tightly hold my hands, and close your eyes Please think about the times when we were deeply in love We loved each other too much That is why we have been in such pain We cannot even say the words "I love you" to each other Every night is pierced through by heartbreaks There is no end to my longing I've gotten used to lonely meetings I face it with a smile Believe me, you chose to wait No matter how tough it is, there is no hiding Only your gentleness can save me from The eternal coldness Now tightly hold my hands, and close your eyes Please think about the times when we were deeply in love We loved each other too much That is why we have been in such pain We cannot even say the words "I love you " to each other Let love become for us Flowers that bloom forever Pass through the time warp without yielding nor without giving up our dreams We loved each other too much That is why we have been in such pain We cannot even say the words "I love you" to each other Let love become for us Flowers that bloom forever Together we travel through the endless space and time Only true love will follow us Pass through endless time space We cannot even say the words "I love you" to each other Love is the only beautiful legend that never changes in our hearts

so sleepy, so tired. I really wanna do drafts. DX

I think this will become a blog primarily for my OCs and then all other muses that are of "canon" origin will be by per friend request only. Mostly because I want to focus more on writing and developing characters and story. While I do have personal head canons regarding specific canon characters, I think I'll just let them show that through threads as I am prone to do anyway. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sleepy brain is making everything like mush today, I will be pecking on my drafts and starters. Ya'll should get a massive dump of writing soon. Haha, a queue does not exist here on this blog.

"Lissa, I know what you did, come out. I promise, I won't get mad ... just come out and tell why did you tell her that?"

something something... // always welcome // @convxction

        Somehow, Lissa highly doubts that. After all, it's super obvious that her brother, Chrom, likes her. Why wouldn't she tell her about his feelings for her? Well, not exactly, but definitely enough to drop the hint that she caught it. She knows she caught it because she's observant and something Lissa has always found to be really amazing. Smart, beautiful, and definitely her brother's type, definitely. Especially with how nice and good they looked next to each other.

        But would Chrom ever forgive her?

        Again, she somehow doubts it.

        Hiding somewhere in their shared mansion as she hears Chrom running around trying to find her, Lissa inwardly sighs.

        He'll probably kill her, yep.

        After all, he's so dense! And he doesn't even know he likes her. Emmeryn agreed with her that letting Chrom lose her is such a waste. Lissa would lose such a great girlfriend, best friend, and future sister-in-law all in one go.

        Heck, even Robin agreed. Both of them mutually agree that their respective friend and brother are dense as bricks.

        Why they'll never know.

        But it's been—she checks her phone for the time—thirty minutes since she's made Chrom start sweating after his discovery that Lissa told his future wife his feelings. Or at least, some semblance of a hint of one. Though, his future wife seems to doubt her words so who even knows now.

        Lissa crawls out of her hiding place after she makes sure Chrom has gone far enough away to get out of her secret hiding place. She waits a couple of minutes, moving and hiding around the house until she finds him running around the living room. She steps out and sighs, shrugging with the shake of her head.

        ❝Because you're dense,❞ she says, deadpan. ❝And hey, you said you promised you wouldn't get mad!❞ She points a finger at him, almost waiting for when he's ready to start berating her for getting involved with another person's business, especially their personal affairs of their love lives. Well, Lissa only messes with Chrom's love life, so honestly, sucks to be him.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 [ goldenloved. ]

 “ excuse  me? ”  his  reply  is  too  curt,  too  quick,  and  he  wishes  for  a  second  that  he  would’ve  added  more  intricacies,  weaved  complexities  into  his  words.  it’s  not  that  banter  is  a  concept  he’s  unfamiliar  with,  he  just  doesn’t  know  how  to  express  his  thoughts  properly  in  such  a  casual  setting,  and  marius’  taunting  gaze  doesn’t  help  with  the  trouble,  either.  regardless  he’s  not  a  pushover  for  the  young  adult  to  play  with,  and  so  he  straightens  his  posture,  flips  through  pages  of  a  case  with  no  more  glances  spared.  “ and  what  exactly  does  a  mere  twenty - one  year  old  know  about  romance? ”

        The snark is hardly surprising, coming from a man who’s a lawyer. Though, coming from a man with a stoic expression and seemingly unattached to much of anything with the heart of stone is what’s surprising. Or his heart might be a machine. Or something along the lines of that he’s not human. But it’s not hard to tell that his edges have softened when a certain ex-idol walks into the room. Still, Artem Wing isn’t a man that’s usually quick when it comes to things that normal people take to.

        ❝Plenty,❞ he states with confidence and a smirk. ❝Definitely more than you.❞ It’s between cases, right now for Marius. He just wants to liven things up a little bit, considering all they do is Super Serious™️ cases that it’s no fun if they just stay in this sort of somberness. From the corner of eye, he can see Luke lifting a curious gaze between the two of them. It flits between mild curiousity and the slight loss of light in the other’s eyes. And Dr. Vyn Richter is seemingly uninterested in their banter. How normal of the doctor, Marius muses.

        ❝After all, all you have to do is woo them, sweep them off their feet, and that seems like it’d be hard for you,❞ Marius says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. But, to some, it’s questionable what that could mean. Still, every word Artem says generally bounces off of the youngest member of NXX, but he can’t help but want to poke at Artem’s interest in the girl that’s come into their lives.